It has been a bizarre day. Our luggage did not arrive on the indicated carousel in London, and now part of it arrives on the indicated carousel and part on the adjacent carousel. It pays to have recognizable (from a distance) luggage.
We have the most incredible taxi driver. There is an accident on the motorway into Oslo. He is weaving through back country roads through hay and cattle farms. The quaint white farmhouses and red barns are scenic.
We know we are not being conned since we continuously pass over the motorway and can see the traffic crawling or stopped. He is a young fellow recently arrived from Afghanistan. When he discovers our favorite cricketeer is Rashid Khan, he is excited. When CJ tells the story of Rashid living in the same hotel as us, Carol's picture with him, and trying to get the Striker's to organize a dinner for Carol's birthday, he hatches a plan.
Arriving at the hotel, he makes a video, in the language of Afghanistan. He has over 4,000 followers. He asks his followers to forward the video hoping it will get to Rashid. In the video he has the three of us and asks Rashid to get in contact when he is back in Adelaide for the BBL. You cannot make this stuff up!
We are dead tired having flown overnight with only a few hours sleep. We hate the short 8 hour flight from the US to UK. There is not enough time to get a good sleep.
Since we are staying three nights, CJ has upgraded to a junior suite with a sitting area and balcony with an outdoor table and chairs.
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